"Three years ago you Phantom pest
Fell me to my Hell
All my work you trampled through
Leaving me with nothing
"I had a plan, a great one then
One to snatch my stature
Then you arise and rip me up
We'll see whose falling now
"And you who they call the Composer
I know who you are
A little cloth can't hide the truth
I've heard your music too
"So much you could've risen to
Right here at my side
But instead you chose to dishonor my teachings
You the spawn of wretch
"You think you know your hidden past
What lies they've given you
But the truth I won't give you tonight
I'm much too kind for that
"A choice I'm giving both of you
Phantom's already heard
Return me my spoils, they all go free
Otherwise, can't you guess?"
Next Week: Inward Battles
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